Ruan Tianling sneered, "No way! I've already ordered someone to watch him 24/7, give him some nutrients every day to keep him barely alive. Over time, he'll know what's the right thing to do."
Jian Yufei could see that Nangong Yi wasn't someone who would easily compromise.
He went on a hunger strike as soon as he was captured, clearly showing his strong-willed nature.
This didn't match his serene appearance.
But some people are like that—the calmer they look on the outside, the fiercer they are inside.
She and her mother were such people too.
"I don't think he'll give in. We should go talk to him. Besides, if he continues like this, when he's on the brink of death, how are we supposed to use him against Nangong Wenchang?"
Ruan Tianling didn't even lift his eyebrows: "Why should we care? As long as he stays alive, that's enough."
Jian Yufei ultimately wasn't that ruthless.
"How about I go take a look? He calls me cousin, maybe he'll listen to me."
"You're not allowed to go—"
